Forget Me Not

Chapter 11

The silence in the air is enough to choke a horse. I slowly stand up, waving. "Hi?" I say, laughing a bit. "No need to get quiet on my account."
"Megan?" Curly hair finally says.
"Megan!" the small one with black hair says. The third one stays quiet. I nearly recognize him from the photo but he's pale and blonde. He's also staying a bit too quiet. Maybe I don't know him.

"Do I know you?" I almost say out loud but I bite my tongue and shuffle my feet. "Of course you know them."

With a flip of her hair, Adrienne smiles. "Welcome home! Jamie, Liz is upstairs waiting for you."

"Got it!" Black hair says. I study his face a bit before he walks upstairs and disappears from my view. I look back at the other two males who are staring me down. I bring my arm around my stomach to latch onto the other and laugh a bit, looking to Adrienne for help.

"Nash, why don't you come help me? I'm making a huge dinner. Keith should be home within an hour!" She smiles, clapping her hands a bit hopefully. The curly haired male slowly draws his attention the the older female.

"Yeah, uh," he stammers a bit. "But uhm, is it really Megan?" He walks over to me as he smiles, his tattoos peaking through the v-neck of his shirt.

"In the flesh," I say. I shrug a bit before he just laughs. He nearly reached in for a hug but stops then looks to Adrienne. They soon leave and I'm left with blondie.

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Ryan's POV.
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As we drive up to the house, I couldn't help but to laugh at Jamie.

"Dude, seriously, why? Why on earth did you go blonde?!" Nash laughs. I just shrug my shoulders up, smiling. "You pass out and suddenly you just have the urge to dye your hair blonde. It's insane!" Jamie finishes, laughing a bit.

"Why didn't you?" I retort. I get out of the car once it's steady and crinkle my nose as Nash and Jamie continues to laugh. "Good old Tennessee charm," I say, glancing up to the house. Jamie was the first inside then Nash then me.

"But can we talk about that girls boobs?! She was totally staring you down!" Jamie says. "We could totally write a new song off of that."

I haven't looked at any girls but I couldn't tell them that. I don't want to write a new song about a new girl. I want to write a song about my girl - who just so happens to be a thousand miles away with no memory of me whatsoever. I don't know what hurts more - Liz keeping me away from her or the fact she wouldn't remember me even if she saw me. If she did remember, she certainly wouldn't remember me with blonde hair. Maybe this was a bad idea - but I like it. My attention snaps back as I crash into Nash's back.

"Wh--" I start to say. There's something different in the air. It goes thick as if something bad is happening. I slowly glance over into the living room and what do you know? She's there. She is in my living room. With my mom. And all I can do is stare.

"Hi?" She finally says. Her voice is heavenly. I can feel my heart beat racing, faster and faster with each passing moment. "No need to get quiet on my account."

"Megan?" I hear Jamie say - but it's blurred out and fuzzy. Like I'm outside and he's speaking through a window. Nash soon repeats him but it's even more fizzy. I hear a high pitched ringing noise which reminds me that I am here and this is happening. This is actually happening. My fingers are going numb, my heart is going to beat out of my chest and I feel absolutely sick to my stomach. And this is bad - seeing as though I just recovered from passing out at the studio earlier today. Jamie soon goes upstairs and shortly after, Nash leaves with my mom to the kitchen.

We stay quiet for a while. She's staring at me, I'm staring at her.

Speak.

I keep staring. She's so beautiful. She has a scar above her right eye. It's small but it's there. And of course, she has scars in other places but I distinctly remember the doctor telling me she'll have a scar above her eye from where her head hit the dashboard. I didn't want to believe him but he was right because I am staring right at it.

Speak.

I am still searching for words when she makes her way over to me.

God, I want to grab her by her cheeks and kiss her. I want to feel her touch and I want to touch her. I want to hear and feel her heartbeat, I need to. But alas, I can't. She is not the same Megan. She is not the girl I love, she is not the girl I used to date. I want to know her. I want to know this Megan.

"Hi," she says. "I'm Megan, if you didn't get the memo." Her voice was soft, submissive and genuine. I look down at what she's wearing - noticing the scars on her arm. I bite onto my lip before looking at her.

Speak, you idiot.

"Oh, uh," she stammers. "You must not talk. Okay, uh.." She continues to speak but I only get lost in my thought.

That's when it hit me.

I am standing in the living room with Megan: the love of my life. The girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, the girl whom I love and cherish, the girl who lost her memory and probably doesn't even know her last name.

It's hitting me. I need to make her remember. Or at least, I need to make her be mine again. One of those things will happen, but I just need to figure out how.

"Hi," I finally say, interrupting her so fascinating story about the tall billboards located all over Nashville and back. "I'm Ryan."

The smile on her face grows tremendously - but it shows hidden sorrow. This is my chance.